#121. Floetry by JulietKego: Palm Sunday

Happy Easter
Beloved Isa,
When you entered our hearts
By way of Jerusalem, we knelt
by the roadside; laid down our palms…
Today, I am basking in the memories
of the eloquence of our sacred love.
TRINITY: I have loved all 3 of you;
Three persons inhabiting ONE being.
Son, the guileless love of my youth;
Father, the security of my seasons
and sire of my living, un-birthed seeds;
And holiest of Spirits, the conjurer
of the formless WORD into the formed.
All 3, each of you an alchemist of love.
You melt me, knead me, shape me,
burn me, weld me and mould me
into ecstatic, pure molecules of love.
– Cyber-hugs 💕

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

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#111/114. Floetry by JulietKego: A Bouquet of Poems

Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido

Today,
I found a bouquet of Earth’s 7 poems
resting on my doorsteps
One for each layer of creation….

 

The air in Judea came alive
with perfumes of your poems
fresh, humble hibiscus,
giving, gazing gardenias,
wise izoras, pink thorny roses
Just a hint of flirty lilies,
a wisp of zany zinnias,
a smiling sunflower,
all laced up in a vase,
filled with the aromas
of your presence, Isa
I am aunt Elizabeth,
John and I danced
In joy when you came

 

I inhale a fragrance of your words
and exhale secrets from my heart
I hear the soundless echoes
of forgotten names of my soul
and the universe whispered
gently back to me
mysteries of the tastes and
innocent beauty of you;
In seasons past
and in lifetimes to come
And I, a virgin took you in

 

I touched your garment
in the unfolding petals
and in faithful, sturdy stems
pricked by your crazy thorns
piqued, for I see all our hues
the mad mystery of you and I
caught in this bouquet of love
I heave, I sigh, shaking my head
Dreams collapse, reality in its stead
I am a woman healed;
a heart’s hemorrhage ceased

 

Sleep floats away
Words take her place…

 

A bouquet of your poems
I inhale their perfumes
Spicy, sweet, sharp,
Stinging, soothing,
Then STIRRING,
The dams burst and
I curl up and weep
I am Martha at your feet…

 

Like a sardine of songs
Packed into the spaces
Of a scattered mind
Their oils pour out
Spilling into and staining
My wall-less nights and days
Fingers cannot keep up
With the flood of words
I am drowning here
In an angry storm-sea of love
I am the lady of Magdala
Watching you, nailed to the cross,
My sweet saviour, BEloved lsa…

 

I should have engraved
Your poems only
as temporary tattoos
on my forearms
Now I find your image still here
Deeply entrenched,
Permanently etched
Into the walls of my heart
I am Veronica’s heart
You engraved your face in me…

 

And I cannot get you out
of the linings of my soul
Unless love ends;
or I cease to breathe
Confused, I pause;
I inhale; I decide to live
I exhale; I choose to love
And so I know
That I shall carry you around
All the life of my days
Like a mesh of beautifully
knotted, stirring, aches
I am Bethsheba, cleansed anew
As I bathe in the light of your love…

 

Sleep floats away
and love takes her place.

 

Today, BEloved ISA
I woke up to the sounds
of 7 poems weeping in my heart
Their tears, a reminder….
(C) Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido

#118. Floetry by JulietKego: I.Love.You

‪#‎ThisIsNotAPoem‬ ‪#‎RandomMusings‬
Floetry by JulietKego: I.Love.You
I.Love.You.
It is not a declaration
Or a proclamation
It is not a place
Or a feeling
Or a thought
or a thing
or words
Or a phase
or a meaning-less-ful phrase
or a craze
or magic
or madness
It is not about me
or about you
or about love
It is not to be connected
or pieced apart
or to be analyzed
or proved
or justified
It is not about truths or lies
It is not a blame
or a name
or a game
or a journey
or a destination
or a complication
It is not about worthiness
Or brokenness
or being lost or found
or falling or rising
or right or wrong
It is simply this:
I.Love.You.
Here. There.
Nowhere. Everywhere
Simple. Simply.This;
I.Love.You. 🙂
(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

#PoetryMasterclass. Poem: Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines – by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

#117. Floetry by JulietKego: Season of My Love

 

In the season when I first loved you
I swear I heard a sigh from the lady rain
as she wept non stop, (unlady-like), out loud
I guess from the fullness of your man cloud
Perhaps like me, she could not contain
the sight of your beauty-powered grace

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